At the same time, the building’s head of security — presented with a court order signed in blue ink — wiped Ian’s fingerprint from the biometric scanner and deactivated his key fobs.

The deadbolts on the heavy oak doors were drilled out and replaced.

By the time the sun set on my second day, the operation was finished.

The penthouse was a shell, and the man who thought he was two days from taking it could no longer open the front door.

Chapter 17 — The Discharge

The next morning I arranged my own quiet discharge.